[Merc]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Young Merc
For all my youg niggaz (All of my young niggaz)
On the block, Naa mean (On the block)
Going hard (Blow hard nigga)
Yo I was raised in poverty (in poverty)
Yeah, life was hard
Growin up `round, killaz and hust-lers
I used ta, sit on the porch
Watch pops smoke luports
Trying when he was going to get his next bag to snort
I just sit back, deep in thought like (man)
Wishin I had a plan to make him a better man
But I can`t, but that`s what made it worse
Then I started smokin weed and hustlin work
I turned to the streets, fifteen, mind on cash
Highschool fliest nigga in the class
Why all y`all was studyin trying to pass
I was tryna, get the pass, to cut out and get ass
I was always ahead of my time
Neighbours in the hood said I be locked up
Or dead by twenty-five
But still I, Ride, wit my head high
Knowin I`m a young thug and I will survive
[Chorus: Merc]
I can`t stop (I can`t stop)
I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)
Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)
It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)
Hard livin
(Repeat Once)
[D.O. Cannon]
Uh, the ghetto
We prayin, Lord
All of my thugs be given strength
POV Shitty
You ain`t gotta show me love when I`m wearin the glove
And I just found out my man done chick slugs
And my man rever diss touch down
Means alot of niggaz on the streets ain`t really gon eat right now
Man I`m so mad dog, I can`t tell you why
If the Lord don`t bow down I`ll murder the damn sky
I`m to hot for this shit, please calm me down
I stay doing right, I stay doing wrong
I stay huggin my moms I lost in eighty-nine
I`m still bangin that nine I had since eighty-nine
You niggaz feelin my vibe?
Man it`s hard to walk, man it`s hard to talk
Dog I keep quiet
Cuz playas wear wires when we start to bring the riot
I`m tired of this shit, take me now
I`m gon be back in a minute dog don`t hate me now
I heard the streets wanna smoke me
Dog, I`m to lokey
It`s murda
[Chorus: Merc]
I can`t stop (I can`t stop)
I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)
Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)
It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)
Hard livin
(Repeat Once)
[Black Child]
Word to god, Yeah
I was only twelve when I first went to jail
Locked up and sparked it, fucked up and heartless
My moms had a habit, heron and acid
A bad lil` basterd always needed my ass kicked
A five member family living in one room
Cookin on hot plates, eatin on plastic spoons
I don`t esagerate, or imaginate
I had to go to jail to graduate
Growin up in Foster homes, You Fosters own
I had to get up, get out and get my own
Niggaz was throwin bricks I`m tossin stones
Then I floss the chrome, the boss is home
But the block is gone, the cops is wrong
Yellow got paralyzed, Little Jemel died
Put me in hell and I still rise
Put me in the chair I`ll fry
Do my whole twenty-five
[Chorus: Merc]
I can`t stop (I can`t stop)
I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)
Knowin this life I`m livin (Knowin this life I`m livin)
It`s either death or prison (It`s either death or prison)
Hard livin
(Repeat Once)
